Dreams of super-powers,
of Peter Pan flight,
yield to visions of fairy godmothers
to jerk us away, to match us
with charming princes.
Decades later the fountain of youth
entices, rekindles what-if dreams.
For a fortunate few, somewhere
along that road, among those years,
real magic we'd always hoped for
blossoms and blooms. Then
following a simple path,
twelve steps long, lifelong dreams
become fond memories
from a place
beyond our wildest dreams.
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